"Honey? Honey? Are you awake?"
I cracked my eyes slightly, but pretended to still be asleep. SUMITA was wearing red panties and a matching bra, checking herself in the mirror atop the dresser. She looked over her shoulder one more time to make sure I was still sleeping, then picked up and pointed her cell phone at the mirror to snap a picture. I knew exactly who she was sending it to.

I had morning wood, typical. The sight of her scantily clad body only made it worse. Knowing that Anghsu would soon be enjoying the sight of my wife's body heightened my arousal. And knowing that a stranger named Nikhil would be fucking her in a few hours stiffened my erection to a painful state.
But knowing she might have feelings for Nikhil made my stomach turn. And knowing what I'd done with Anghsu the night before made my face flush. Then I was suddenly mortified to realize that under the covers, I was still wearing her panties!

When I'd returned home from the meet up with Anghsu, I'd laid there a long a time watching her sleep beside me, the battle between my fantasy and my conflicted emotions raging on through the night. Somehow I'd dozed off and forgotten what I was wearing.
I clutched the covers tightly in case she tried to yank them off of me as she sometimes did when she woke me in the mornings.
"Honey? It's time to get up," SUMITA said, pulling a sweater over her head. She stepped into her grey, below-the-knee length skirt and came to my side of the bed. "Wake up, Sanjay. You're going to be late," she said, shaking me.

"I'm, uh, I'm taking a sick day. I don't feel good," I said, holding onto the covers for dear life.
SUMITA put her hands on her hips and gave me a concerned look. "Well I hope it's a paid sick day. We can't afford for you to miss work! What's wrong with you anyway?"
"Nothing, my stomach. I'll be ok, just need to rest."

SUMITA sighed. "I bet it's that flu going around." She paused for a long time as if pondering something. "Maybe I'll stay at my mothers tonight. I don't wanna get sick too. I don't have any sick days left. What do you think?"

I think you want to spend the night with Nikhil, I thought to myself. Her parents hated me, mainly because I wasn't Bengali. Snubbing her first marriage that they'd arranged was a slap in the face to them, and they saw me as the culprit, as if I'd corrupted her in some way. She knew I'd never call over there to check on her story. "Yeah, better not get you sick too."

SUMITA smiled big then quickly wiped it off her face. "Awwww, my Sona. Get some rest. I'll call you later to check on you."
"SUMITA," I grabbed her hand, "I love you. More than anything. You know that right?"

My wife stared at me blankly a moment, then her eyes began to water. "I love you too," her voice cracked when she spoke. She quickly turned away from me and rubbed her sleeve across her face. "Call you later," she said, making a quick exit from the room.

I rolled onto my stomach and tried to think of anything other than SUMITA. My urge to masturbate at that moment was an overwhelming, shivering, shaking, feverish feeling, like an addict in withdrawal. I hadn't done it since the previous day before she'd come home, and I was deliberately avoiding it.
It was those blasted moments of clarity that came after an orgasm that scared me. I didn't want to face those feelings. Now more than ever, I imagined the guilt and shame that would come over me once my mind was unclouded by my perversions. Only now I'd have to face the fact that I couldn't turn the reality back into just a fantasy. I wasn't sure I could handle that.

I thought of disgusting things like steaming piles of horse manure, and senior citizens in the nude, anything repulsive enough to shrink my erection. It worked.
Too distracted by my problems to be productive, I called in sick to work anyway. I spent the next few hours searching for distractions, TV, cooking, cleaning up the house, anything to avoid the lucid mental pictures of SUMITA with another man's cock in her mouth, or of Anghsu's in mine. Somehow, everything I did found a way to remind me. It was no use.

I logged on to the computer, preparing to rub out an orgasm and face the music, when I got a text message from Anghsu on my cell phone.
U r not really sick r u?
"SUMITA already told him," I thought out loud. No, I replied.
Well Nikhil will be happy. Now he gets to spend the night fucking SUMITA's brains out. Anghsu returned my text.
I know. I knew what she planning when she said she was going to her mothers.
Trying to make it easy for him? U r a fool. A lot could happen and I don't mean sex.
Don't remind me. I fucked up, I replied.
I'll find a way to fix it. U owe me.

Thank you.
Thank you, SIR? Anghsu reminded me of his dominance.
Thank you sir.
Are you wearing panties like a good little sissy?
Yes, I lied. I'd long since taken them off.
Show me. Send me a picture.

"Fuck!" I jumped out of my seat and raced into the bedroom to dig through SUMITA's panty drawer.
As I slid into a pair of my wife's lacy, white panties, I became keenly aware of the fact that there was no way out of doing it on a daily basis. There was no telling if Anghsu was going to check for proof at any given time.

I sent him the requested picture and got a response of, Good girl. Talk 2 u later.
I tried to resume my masturbation session but now I was too distracted. How was I going to explain it if SUMITA caught me wearing her underwear? How humiliating would that be? She already thought I was a dud in the bedroom, what would she think of me then?
Part of me wanted to tell Anghsu to fuck off, but I feared he had too much influence with SUMITA. He might decide to take on a personal vendetta against me and completely destroy my marriage if I disrespected him. Besides, this Nikhil character had to go, and Anghsu had me convinced that I needed his help for that. And on top of that, my fantasy still ruled my thoughts.
Who was this man named Nikhil who was about to spend the night with my wife? I decided to find out. I threw some clothes on, hopped in my car and headed to SUMITA's job.

I arrived fifteen minutes before SUMITA's scheduled lunch hour. I parked across the street from her building where I could see the employee entrance. If they really were fucking on their lunch breaks, surely they'd have to go somewhere else to do it.
Sure enough, fifteen minutes later I caught sight of my wife exiting the building with a large group of people. She seemed to be sticking close to one man in particular, a tall, mid thirties looking guy with dark hair.
"Huh," I muttered, remembering what Anghsu had said about her being attracted to men who were similar in appearance to me. I found it flattering; at least I knew she found me attractive if nothing else.

She stood talking to him for a while. Then he got into another vehicle and she got into hers. I expected her to follow him when he pulled away, but she didn't. She pulled up in front of the employee entrance and stopped.
Suddenly a tall and dark man emerged from the building. He swung his head around every which way as if watching out for something, and then quickly hopped into SUMITA's car and she sped away urgently.

"You have to be shitting me!" I wailed. I peeled out of the parking lot and gave chase, making sure I stayed far enough back not to be spotted by her. SUMITA was really flying down the road in an incredible hurry. She never drove like that, especially on the slippery rained roads.
You didn't tell me Nikhil was tall and dark! I sent a text to Anghsu.

SUMITA pulled into the parking lot of the Extended Stay hotel down the street from her job. I pulled into the parking lot of the Chinese restaurant adjacent to it and watched them get out of the car together. Nikhil's hand planted firmly on my wife's ass as they walked into the hotel.
Anghsu's reply finally came through. Why does that matter? And why r u spying on your wife? Think about what happens if she catches u.
"What happens if she catches me?" I gasped. "She's the one in a hotel room with a guy!" But I knew what he'd meant. She wasn't supposed to know I knew about this.

I sat in the car contemplating my next move. Sitting outside was pointless. Why had I even come, just to see what he looked like? Did it really matter? I supposed it didn't. The supposed myth of the big cock was ever present in my mind though.

My cock stretched SUMITA's panties as I sat there imagining her taking Nikhil's big cock in her furry cunt, making her scream and moan. This was my fantasy after all, my wife being a slut for another man, a guy from office no less. It just wasn't happening how I imagined it...I wasn't there enjoying it.
Without thinking, I exited the car and walked towards the hotel. It was like my penis was leading the way, silencing the pleas of my brain to turn around.
I asked the twenty something kid working the front desk what room the couple had checked into, setting a Rs.100 bill on the counter at the same time. He looked at it and told me he couldn't relinquish that information. I pulled out another 100.

"Three nineteen. I always give them three nineteen," he replied with a grin. "Damn, that little sexy chick really gets around. Any chance I can get in on it?"
"She's a real whore, ain't she?" I said, smiling as if I wasn't bothered at all by his comment.
"That's why I always give her a corner room, less noise complaints that way," he chuckled. "Man, I'd like to get a piece of that. I didn't know the tall and handsome dude was into passing her around."

"She always come here with him? Has she ever come here with someone else? How often do they come here?" I couldn't repress my need to know.
"Every single...oh, shit!" he cracked a big smile as he stared at my wedding band. "You're the husband, aren't you?"
I didn't respond.

"Man, I knew she wasn't married to him. I noticed she had a ring the first time she came in, but he never wore one.